Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Whispers from another time and space.

"When can we arrive--"

"Don't be impatient."

This fluctuation caused violent shocks in the surrounding space and time, and different dimensions mixed and intertwined with each other until they broke apart.

"Quiet!"

The five life forms controlled their bodies and carefully avoided the torn space.

Another voice came out, "How's the progress over there?"

"The space is being repaired gradually, and when you all arrive, we can descend safely."

This way——

The messenger never communicated with Harry again. He knocked Harry out quickly and asked Thomas to go with him to carry Harry to the operating room.

The blindingly bright shadowless light shone on Harry's face. The messenger took a rubber glove from the assistant beside him and put it on carefully. He selected a knife from the tools beside him. The light shone on the bright blade, reflecting the messenger's dark eyes.

“Ahhhhh, system, what should the system do? The male protagonist is about to be dragged onto the operating table for experiments.”

While observing the situation on Harry's side, Angel silently cast several Muggle-Repelling Spells and knocked out several Muggles nearby.

While performing crazily.

The system was speechless. It focused its attention on the mysterious sky at this moment. This world became extremely unstable, and the channel for the host's soul to escape from space was suddenly cut off.

Even it itself cannot escape from this world.

As the sense of crisis intensified, it could no longer look at what was happening in the world from the perspective of a bystander. It was in the middle of it, at the center of the vortex, and could not escape at all.

Seeing that the system did not answer, Angel was used to it. It was okay in the past and he would occasionally give a perfunctory response. But since he came to Hogwarts, the system seemed to have been muted, and it was as silent as a rock on the seashore.

In Angel's imagination, he was like the Monkey King, riding on a colorful cloud to save the injured Harry Potter.

However, he did not expect that after he kicked the door open in what he thought was a cool move, he would find that the so-called messenger was actually sitting on the ground with Harry. The atmosphere between the two was very strange, and there were many people lying on the ground beside them.

Their chests were still rising and falling slightly. They were not dead, but they were probably in a coma.

"Hi--"

Angel greeted the two awkwardly, then silently propped up the door that had been kicked down, turned around and wanted to leave quietly, calling the system frantically in his heart.

%&&! …

"Now that you are here, why don't you come in and have a seat, my guest who has been with me all the way?"

"you you--"

He was discovered! ?

"Senior, come and sit down. This is reserved for you." Harry patted the empty space next to him.

There was a very familiar fluctuation of magic power on Angel's body, which seemed to be very similar to the one that had dissipated in his own body.

He walked aside tremblingly, not understanding how this trend would develop.

"System, system, didn't you say this was a plot turning point? Where is the turning point?"

Then he knew what the turning point was.

Harry suddenly disappeared from where he was. Yes, that kind of disappearance was without any warning, unpredictable, and completely inexplicable.

Angel himself also felt a strong pulling force, and his soul was actually pulled out of his body.

The poor system hid deep in his mind and dared not move.

Although it was expected to be very exciting, it didn't expect it to be so explosive.

He appeared beside Harry, and beside Harry was a giant creature with antlers, a snake body, a long beard floating in the air, and huge eyes flashing with amazing wisdom.

Harry stood on the dragon's head, and Angel carefully grabbed one of the dragon's scales to ensure that he would not fall.

"What are we going to do?"

&%%*%O_o

As soon as Angel opened his mouth, something rushed into it, and the soul in his body turned slightly black.

Ah!

He screamed and then immediately shut his mouth.

Although Harry was amazed in his heart, he remained calm and watched the surrounding environment flash by quickly. His mind memorized every scene. Harry was so busy that he was almost crazy.

"Boy, did you see it clearly? This is the list your principal wants, so don't miss it."

Harry didn't say anything. Harry was feeling bad, and he wasn't feeling much better either.

"I know you have a way."

Harry crouched down and looked Angel in the eyes.

Angel's eyes evaded left and right. "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

"That thing in your head should be able to understand."

Harry drawled out the note.

"Let it record all the images that flash around it, otherwise no one will have a good time."

Lao Long cooperated by shaking his body. Angel seemed to be about to be shaken down, and his whole body was shaking with fear.

“I will definitely record it O_o”

The system was powerless and hurried to express its loyalty to the two devils.

"What about the guy outside?"

When the old dragon heard Harry's question, he waved his tail, pried a small hole in the space, and looked inside.

"He's still completely confused."

Lao Long laughed heartily. This guy, who thinks highly of himself, thinks everyone in the world is a fool and thinks he is the smartest one. It's really ridiculous.

Harry frowned as he looked at the slightly greenish color on his skin. He then sat cross-legged on the old dragon's head, calming himself and listening to Harry's instructions in his mind -

"Yes, yes, move your head a little more over here, I can't see you over there."

"Okay, this is the position. Go a little lower."

"Oh! I told you it's not like that."

Harry continued to calm down, blaming Dumbledore for giving the dragon this task, breathing in, breathing out - breathing in, breathing out -

Why can't we use a projection ball?

You can also go out and get the Pensieve to look at it——

The answer was unknown, Harry was exhausted, and the messenger outside was also amused.

Is the Anti-Apparition Charm useless?

The messenger waved his hand and the formation lit up. He frowned and thought, he didn't see the door key, but the spell was taking effect at the same time, what was going on?

He straightened up his body with difficulty, and there was a large pool of blood on his abdomen, with a silver knife appearing in the center.

"Little %&, your mother %&&%" (too civilized, not convenient to show here)

"What's going on between you two?"

Angel was really curious, Harry smiled but said nothing.

"How's things going with Jerlan?"

"Well - the situation is complicated. Let's talk about it after you meet. I'm sure it will be a long talk." He had a constipated expression on his face. This outrageous move was really jaw-dropping.

On Jeran's side, Herman watched Angel walk out of the cabin safely, and finally left as if nothing had happened, leaving the two of them trapped here alone.

Looking at the various sophisticated instruments scattered throughout the place, as well as some of the wizards' formations, Hermann even suspected that there should be functions of canceling each other out, otherwise how could they have survived until now safely?

"Is Harry okay?"

Hermann was very worried about his future boss. After all, he was the one who wrote the letter to invite Harry. Despite Dumbledore's connivance and Grindelwald's acquiescence, he still felt guilty.

"What are you thinking? I'm sure everything will be fine."

Jerlan squatted on the ground, thinking of Harry's unusual behavior in the past, and looked at a huge iron block disguised as a stool on the ground with peace of mind, helpless.

How should I use this thing? No, he cursed inwardly, it should be how to move it out safely.

"When will they arrive? Has the information been delivered?"

Hermann nodded, and she secretly used the Imperius Curse to control a young man.

Now, why are you still sweeping the toilet? ! !

Logically speaking, the mind of the person being controlled will be cleared instantly, and he will obey the orders of the controller. Even those with strong wills will not be controlled at most. But what kind of operation is it to keep sweeping the toilet?

She even had the feeling of being there, which was why her face turned pale.

Damn!

"Are you still not giving up? Although his job is very convenient and can help us convey the message, can you really tolerate it?"

Jie Lan laughed at him rudely, and the little guy on his body felt his master's happy mood and began to flap his wings rapidly.

Herman's eyes were fixed on Xiaojie.

Jie Lan quickly turned his back and said, "Although you and I both work for the master, I sell my art but not my body. I don't accept affection between colleagues."

He put Xiaojie into his pocket at lightning speed, and looked at Herman with a calm look mixed with desire and expectation.

Will she argue? What will she say? Will she think I am—

All of a sudden, all kinds of troubles came up.

Hermann turned his head away, the figure in the cafe was still vivid in his mind, and he looked very different from the man in front of him.

She was moved by a fantasy in her heart, but when she really came into contact with it in reality, all that was left was noise like "Why aren't you like that? Why did you change?"

There was a dead silence between the two of them. Silence was the clearest answer. The light in Jairan's eyes slowly went out, and he said, pretending to be indifferent, "I don't know what's going on with Harry. We have to get out quickly, otherwise we will become victims of the bomb."

Herman nodded and pulled out a mirror, in which Rozier's eyes appeared.

"It's all ready, you can leave now."

"Okay, we have already finished setting up everything here."

Jielan kept groping for the iron block in his hands, listening with his ears perked up, "What arrangement? How come I don't know?"

Looking at those innocent and clear eyes, Hermann felt powerless for a moment. This was why she couldn't like him. This kind of relationship between mother and son or siblings really made her feel tired.

She sighed deeply, and the bright big rose visibly withered. She didn't want to explain too much.

"You don't need to know. We can go now."

Jeran felt Hermann's resistance to him. This sudden and unreasonable coldness made him feel uneasy and aggrieved. He also remained silent to express his resistance.

The awkward atmosphere between the two had not dissipated until they joined the main force.

The two people, who were covered in black robes, whispered to each other, "What happened to them? The young couple is throwing tantrums again."

A girl with a soft voice said, "That shouldn't be the case. Didn't they all come here together, like Roman and Jace?"

"Where's your accent? And who are Roman and Jace?"

"It's a Muggle movie."

"You went to see a Muggle movie!"

The man was shocked and asked in disbelief, and then his voice became weaker, "Well, it's actually really beautiful."

"That's right, who do you like best?"

"Quiet--"

Rozier stared at them with a frown on his face. How could this group of newly recruited Saints be able to carry out their mission with such qualities? How could they help their master realize such a great vision?

It was quiet for a moment.

The power of this Dark Rose should not be underestimated. In some people's minds, her power is even greater than Grindelwald's.

Ron was suddenly taken home, and her brothers also came back. Mr. Weasley pointed his pointer at the words "Extreme Danger". Molly stared at him worriedly from below, twisting the handkerchief in her hand nervously.

"Mom, where is Dad? Why do we all have to come back suddenly?"

Molly looked anxious, but when she heard her little daughter's question, she caressed her red hair lovingly and said softly, "He is participating in an operation. If it succeeds, we will have a very safe base."

"What place could be safer than Hogwarts?"

Percy was very confused. He looked at his eldest brother and second brother who had returned. Seeing them sitting motionless on the chairs at the dining table, fiddling with something in their hands, his anxiety grew.

"A place that Dumbledore mentioned. That place will contain the last seeds of wizard civilization."

"It has come to this now." Charlie suddenly spoke.

Molly nodded.

Deathly silence surrounded the previously peaceful and tranquil home. Even the most mischievous Weasley twins stopped playing around. They stared at the clock hanging on the wall, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The rusty knife cuts down one by one, depression and boredom, struggle and powerlessness, who can escape?

McGonagall sat in her office. Except for some young wizards who had no way to go home or whose homes were unsafe, the rest were sent back home. They did not take the Hogwarts Express, but used the fireplace and were escorted by the professors themselves.

As wave after wave of people left, those well-informed pure wizards had already sent people to wait in the school in person, and other construction projects around Hogwarts were forced to stop.